Title: ShamefulWarnings: Thoughts of bestiality, internalised kink-shame Pairing: Severus/Sirius, 100 words
He knows it’s wrong.
For so long he tried to convince himself that the attraction was only to the man within. That the comforting familiarity of that warm, furry body lying across his lap was only due to their human connection. Lies. Fool.
They lay in bed, and Sirius has transformed to ward off the nightmares, as usual. His jaw stretches wide in a yawn, tip of his tongue curling upwards. Severus wonders how it would feel curled around his cock.
No, never, he assures himself, even as his cock hardens and his fingers tangle lazily through pitch black fur.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: ReverseWarnings: Pegging, first time bottoming, magical strap-on Pairing: Harry/Ginny, 100 words
Harry has, for a long time, imagined what it would be like to be fucked.
It wasn’t like this.
He hadn’t expected soft breasts and long hair brushing against his back as a cold, charmed dildo pushed into him.
“Fuck, Harry,” Ginny gasps with a giddy laugh, “you better bloody like this, because I definitely want to do it again.”
He can only manage a soft grunt in reply, overwhelmed with the strange fullness, the slight ache, the incredible pleasure tingling through his nerves as she thrusts deeper.
“Alright?” she asks with concern.
“Yeah,” he chokes out. “Please, fuck me.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: HurryWarnings: Partially clothed sex, rushed sex, dirty talk, mention of exhibitionism/semi-public sex Pairing: Seamus/Dean, 100 words
“I want to fuck you,” Seamus mutters, licking the words into Dean’s neck as hands work frantically at buttons and zips. Dean gives a soft moan, but shakes his head.
“There isn’t time, you know we’ve gotta be quick.”
“I know,” he says, pulling out Dean’s gorgeous long cock. He shakes his shoulders, trying to flick his own robes out the way. “But I can still tell you how I’d rather fuck you, can’t I?”
Dean moans, hips jerking up into Seamus’s fist. “Yeah, do that.”
Seamus smirks. “Against the window. Beg for me and pray no one looks up.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: TastyWarnings: Food smut Pairing: Harry/Ron, 100 words
Ron can’t ask Harry for what he wants. They have great sex, but he wants more. More of Harry’s mouth in places...
Harry can’t resist chocolate. Ron’s noticed this, and now the faint blush staining Harry’s cheeks as he looks down at Ron, spread naked across their bed, bottle of chocolate sauce in hand. He squeezes it onto his finger, offering it out. Harry eagerly sucks it clean.
The next dollop spills onto his chest and Harry laps at Ron’s sticky nipple, licking and sucking after the chocolate is gone. Ron knows he’ll follow it anywhere, the possibilities are endless.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: EnsnaredWarnings: Bondage, restraint, ball stretcher, possible dub-con Pairing: Lucius/Regulus, 100 words
“Lucius,” he dares to whisper in his frustrated desperation. His only reply is a pale slender finger pressing against his lips. He knows where that finger has been and, while he longs for it back there, he certainly doesn’t want it against his lips. Lucius gives a cruel and knowing smirk before walking behind him once more.
The single rope hoisting his wrists towards the ceiling allows an array of movements, but the chained weight hanging from his bollocks keeps him still. It isn’t painful, as long as he is still.
He knows Lucius will push him, the beautiful bastard.
He knows it’s wrong.
For so long he tried to convince himself that the attraction was only to the man within. That the comforting familiarity of that warm, furry body lying across his lap was only due to their human connection. Lies. Fool.
They lay in bed, and Sirius has transformed to ward off the nightmares, as usual. His jaw stretches wide in a yawn, tip of his tongue curling upwards. Severus wonders how it would feel curled around his cock.
No, never, he assures himself, even as his cock hardens and his fingers tangle lazily through pitch black fur.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Reverse Warnings: Pegging, first time bottoming, magical strap-on Pairing: Harry/Ginny, 100 words
Harry has, for a long time, imagined what it would be like to be fucked.
It wasn’t like this.
He hadn’t expected soft breasts and long hair brushing against his back as a cold, charmed dildo pushed into him.
“Fuck, Harry,” Ginny gasps with a giddy laugh, “you better bloody like this, because I definitely want to do it again.”
He can only manage a soft grunt in reply, overwhelmed with the strange fullness, the slight ache, the incredible pleasure tingling through his nerves as she thrusts deeper.
“Alright?” she asks with concern.
“Yeah,” he chokes out. “Please, fuck me.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Hurry Warnings: Partially clothed sex, rushed sex, dirty talk, mention of exhibitionism/semi-public sex Pairing: Seamus/Dean, 100 words
“I want to fuck you,” Seamus mutters, licking the words into Dean’s neck as hands work frantically at buttons and zips. Dean gives a soft moan, but shakes his head.
“There isn’t time, you know we’ve gotta be quick.”
“I know,” he says, pulling out Dean’s gorgeous long cock. He shakes his shoulders, trying to flick his own robes out the way. “But I can still tell you how I’d rather fuck you, can’t I?”
Dean moans, hips jerking up into Seamus’s fist. “Yeah, do that.”
Seamus smirks. “Against the window. Beg for me and pray no one looks up.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Tasty Warnings: Food smut Pairing: Harry/Ron, 100 words
Ron can’t ask Harry for what he wants. They have great sex, but he wants more. More of Harry’s mouth in places...
Harry can’t resist chocolate. Ron’s noticed this, and now the faint blush staining Harry’s cheeks as he looks down at Ron, spread naked across their bed, bottle of chocolate sauce in hand. He squeezes it onto his finger, offering it out. Harry eagerly sucks it clean.
The next dollop spills onto his chest and Harry laps at Ron’s sticky nipple, licking and sucking after the chocolate is gone. Ron knows he’ll follow it anywhere, the possibilities are endless.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Title: Ensnared Warnings: Bondage, restraint, ball stretcher, possible dub-con Pairing: Lucius/Regulus, 100 words
“Lucius,” he dares to whisper in his frustrated desperation. His only reply is a pale slender finger pressing against his lips. He knows where that finger has been and, while he longs for it back there, he certainly doesn’t want it against his lips. Lucius gives a cruel and knowing smirk before walking behind him once more.
The single rope hoisting his wrists towards the ceiling allows an array of movements, but the chained weight hanging from his bollocks keeps him still. It isn’t painful, as long as he is still.
He knows Lucius will push him, the beautiful bastard.